there used to be a greying tower alone on the sea.
you became the light on the dark side of me.


maybe its meant to be this way.
to me you'll always remain a mystery.
i cant bear it much more.
the disappointment that comes along with attempt.
i may just give up.


then again.
maybe you wouldnt even notice.
the absence, my exit.


please dont put dents in my box.
you'll make them defective.


the more i get of you
stranger it feels
and now that your rose is in bloom
a light hits the gloom on the grey.

perfection at 3:57 PM